[Intro] [Verse] You bought a map to heaven, folded neat in your coat Every road was labeled, every lie someone wrote [Verse 2] You kissed the ring of reason, called it truth, called it fate Now you’re choking on the future that you swore you could escape [Pre-Chorus] Funny how the endings never ask you what you meant [Chorus] Isn’t it cruel? You build a god out of control, then lose it all Isn’t it strange? You beg for light, then flinch away from every flame Call it irony, call it design You saw the edge and still walked blind It’s not ironic… it’s just you Right on time [Verse 3] You studied every warning like a scholar of pain Annotated your collapse, still did it all the same [Verse 4] There’s a comfort in the spiral, in the way it repeats Like a lover that you hate but still invite in your sheets [Pre-Chorus 2] You don’t need a curse when you rehearse it every day [Chorus 2] Isn’t it cruel? You sharpen every truth until it cuts your throat Isn’t it rich? You write your will in words you never fucking spoke Call it irony, call it a game But every loss still signs your name It’s not ironic… it’s just you All the same [Bridge] Philosophers drink poison just to prove they’re awake But you sip it in silence just to feel something break You wanted meaning—something vast, something pure Now you’re buried in questions with no hunger for cure [Final Chorus] Isn’t it cruel? The way you pray for endings you don’t understand Isn’t it sweet? The way you beg for mercy from your own two hands Call it irony, call it fate But you were always ten steps late It’s not ironic… it’s just you [soft, almost amused] Exactly where you said you’d never be
